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Write an original poem that has 8 lines.

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An endless cycle of days I plod,
A heavy burden I am forced to bear,
Though deep regrets, I still nod,
The hope I must never leave despair.

When days have slowly faded away,
The ghosts of my past still haunt me,
The battles I never seemed to win,
The despair that needs to be set free.

O life, O fate, O journey,
Take away the pain and sorrow,
That I can find salvation,
And feel joy's coming tomorrow.